09 April 2010


I think I could walk
through the simmering sand
if I held your hand.
I think I could swim
the skin shivering sea
if you would accompany me.
And run on ragged, windy heights,
climb rugged rocks
and walk on air:

I think I could do anything at all
if you were there.

- Karla Kuskin

(a poem from a book I found on the shelf a while ago when I was hanging with the fifth graders in their classroom. It's called This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort and was compiled in memory of the events of 9/11. Each poem is illustrated by some renowned picture book artist. I think this one is lovely, though I don't exactly know who "you" means for me...I don't suppose it matters, really.)